So I got this book from the library titled “Indoor Cat: How to Enrich their Lives and Expand their World”. Wholly expecting it to be about, y’know, indoor cat enrichment.
Y’all this book is WEIRD.
It feels like this author was asked “how do I help my cat be happy inside?” And their response was “I think indoor cats live a miserable existence and would rather die than live with you but I GUESS I can tell you how to keep your cat from going insane in the prison you call a home.”
Like look at this. This is just the first chapter alone.
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"My God, your entire life rests on how you do in three exams in your last year." My god Siobhan, same. The whole American experience is wild to me, that last year is where you're done with everything. Last year meant everything for our High Schools, where if I failed even one exam I was fucked. I'd have to take an elective year just for the chance of fixing that fuckup. I was one ball of stress throughout that whole fucking year, and then I got math and biology as my exams. I thought I was going to die.
So, I guess, nice (??) to know someone else at the table had the experience of their last year in HS being a nightmare of a time. Also, horrifying. What is up with us Europeans where everything hinges on just a few exams that are randomly selected and can be in your worst subject?
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ereani wip -- the confession
a/n: I'll do something with this scene, for sure. Posting for now b/c I like the simplicity of it & rebuilding AoT's mythos is a lot trickier than depicting simple, emotional drama. once again shoutout to @lunarcrystal for these indomitable brainworms, you rock.
Her fist caught him on the mouth, knocked his head back. She got on top of him, fist in his shirt where she'd cut her knuckles. This was less than what he deserved. To see him spitting up blood and unable to explode in on himself, designated to the same human frailty as anyone else, you selfish son of a bitch, I thought you were dead—
Breathing hard, despite the lack of exertion. Eren, wide-eyed and silent. Trickle of blood from his lip, split. She lowered her fists, bowing down and sinking her teeth into the wound. He took her face in his hands and answered with the rapacious fever of a man ready to die. She threaded fingers through his unkempt hair, her tongue slashing against teeth. He grabbed her chin and slid his tongue into her mouth. They could only get so close without trying to devour each other.
Inevitably, Eren pushed her back. Inhaling, exhaling, as if he could redirect some blood to his brain. She stood up while he looked around for the crutch, at last hoisting himself to sit on the edge of the mattress, shoulders tense.
“After you left,” he said, “I used to dream about you. What I'd say, if I could.”
“That was a long time ago,” she intoned. Eren smiled in a way that didn’t touch his eyes. He wasn't looking at her directly. “You still don’t know how to talk to girls.”
He rolled his shoulders. “You could teach me.”
Annie said, “You’re out of your mind.”
Eren studied her, impassive. A far cry from the cadet of fifteen who couldn’t stop running his mouth.
“I’m out of my mind, that much is true.” He stared at the blood on her mouth. “Most days I wake up and try to convince myself I’ve always lived in this tenement. Perhaps, in such a life, I could have met you. We’d take a train out of Liberio, somewhere nicer, where we could just—talk.” Averting his eyes to a spot beside her head, a slight catch in his voice. “But it won’t change anything, will it?”
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I wanna lean into DOTC being a tragedy in RazorVerse, however I decide to do that... but I'm pretty stuck on what I want to do with Bumble. Cause I like the idea of making folklore around her that shows just how disgusting and prolific the clans' xenophobia is (like maybe she's used as a warning against runners who want to be kittypets, "ohhhh but you'll be lured in by their own and used as a shield against the twolegs' cruelty!")
But at the same time I want to save her and give her a happy ending because jesus fucking christ.
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something about so many of frank's stories (inc. the mcu and the comics, i.e. big nothing, do not fall in new york city, man of stone, valley forge valley forge) being centered around military / right wing conspiracies and also around betrayal by brothers in arms or w/e, just hits so right.
and yeah frank is 100% the most inconsistently written character in comics (or up there pls dont come for me i only have punisher comic autism) but also so much of his arc being centered around his sense of honor (much different than being GoodTM lmao) and patriotism being corrupted... is. good.
and it's why i simply cannot agree with 1.) anything that remotely resembles the ending of the punisher season 2 because while frank absolutely deals with crime of all sorts, that scene is fucking rancid and racist and ignores so much of who frank inherently is and 2.) hardcore bootlicking frank. like he is absolutely a white military vet who has probably never voted in his life/has avoided 'politics', who very willingly enlisted in the military pre-9/11, and he absolutely has active unlearning to do (and he does), but also i just. can't.
and also i just want to take a bite out of the slow but sure decay of frank's sense of honor and code... it's so very scrumptious.
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i recieved a fuckin mailed letter from the animal hospital like man havent yall heard of like letting someone forget about their dead pet like i aint ready to read another "im so sorry for your loss" like ik ik ik i appreciate it i appreciate them reaching out but im also the type to commit if i wallow in my sadness like i need to get over tragedy fast or else i relapse which is not the best way to process death or trauma but thats how ive stayed sober for 5 years and its working for me Justtt. let me forget the things ive loved are dead man i already visit his grave everyday im going through it as is
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Dude Mo seider was so turned on by those big dudes and loving feeling like a tiny delicate princess next to them.
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WELCOME TO MY THESIS
i like to call it fridge on (emotionally mini)fridge action wherein moritz seider, noted six four two hundred pound man, once described by roman josi as a “big guy”, frequently said to be giant and huge and etc etc etc by mickey redmond, is the Babiest Girl Alive. flirting and laughingly saying “oh nooo don’t get me ahaha stop” while being manhandled by several men!!! giggling uncontrollably comparing his legs to the size of other men’s arms!! making sure everybody knows how much bigger than him joe is!!! if the common theme of all these things just so happens to be making him feel small and delicate that’s just a coincidence he can’t be blamed for that, YOU’RE the one treating him like a perfect princess
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